As a sentinel and assaulter, Fisher was relieved of the task of jungle warfare, but the work of the striker could only be carried out by him. Considering tonight's actions, Fisher decided to let only Layla follow him, although Angela's combat effectiveness was not bad, but the thought of her medical gun had to make Fisher think twice. As for Shinxuan, who is more than two meters tall, this kind of figure is clearly only suitable for demolition, not for sneaking in, okay?

A message about Tamir, the redskinned of the Tun tribe, has been sent through Angela, who has not been dispatched, has not been relieved of the mission, but has assumed the position of liaison officer. As for Shingen, the big man definitely didn't sleep either, who knows what he was preparing.

It's just that when the message sent by Angela was presented on Fisher's near-pupil eyepiece, it was a puffing three-headed Angela with a bulging bun face, holding her chest with her hands, looking to the side, and resentful that Fisher didn't take her with her.

Fisher was amused in his heart, and the little Angela in front of him handed out a pile of papers, and then dragged a three-headed Fisher from out of his field of vision, pulled out her medical gun with a red potion, and stabbed it at the short-necked Fisher's neck, and then threw the little Fisher, who immediately turned into a long tongue and eyes into two white balls, out of his field of vision, clapped his hands, and waved his small fist at Big Fisher, leaving his field of vision.

Fisher said to Layla via the communication channel, "Go through the side door." ”

The subject now lives in a hotel two blocks from the exhibition hall, using the pseudonym Tammy. Is this embarrassing to call it a pseudonym, Fisher couldn't help but complain. Now the task of the two of them is to approach Tamir and do some torture, oh no, interrogation work.

Entering from a hotel lobby full of surveillance is not always appropriate, and if the other party is aware of the surveillance of the hotel or the roads in its vicinity, then a traceable approach is not suitable for dealing with such terrorists transporting and preparing to use chemical or biological weapons.

"If there is news from the laboratory, let me know as soon as possible." This was said to Angela, and Angela did not respond, but the little Angela in her eyes suddenly burst out, made a salute, and ran away.

1607, this is the room number of Tamir's child, Fisher looked at the Tuling Hotel across the street, nodded at Layla, and the two separated. The so-called "side door" is actually no different from turning the window.

What Layla would do, Fisher didn't know, he walked into the alley next to the hotel, the cap on his head obscured his face to a certain extent, and the shadow cast by the cap, combined with a small amount of disfigurement on his face, would show a completely different face under the monitor. He walked over to the garbage dump at the back of the hotel, unzipped it, and began to drain the water. While whistling and releasing water, you can observe your surroundings through a second vision.

The two motion-sensing monitors in the back door and in the alley had been drawn to Fisher's move, and two round cameras turned to Fisher. Fisher in the shot seemed to have finished peeing, shivering, and when he turned around, he saw two straight-ended cameras looking at him, he stretched out his hands and pointed his middle finger at the two cameras with a very dissatisfied look.

"What's the matter?" In the monitoring room of the Tuling Hotel, the security supervisor with the coffee pushed the door in, and his general duty was only to patrol back and forth, knocking on the desert's men.

"Except for one Shabi. Nothing else. The security guard in the sliding chair spread his hand and pointed to one of the camera feeds.

The supervisor leaned over to see a young man dressed as an ordinary hill man, pointing his middle finger at the camera, and putting his hand between his crotch to make an obscene gesture of pushing his crotch. The director frowned, he zoomed in on the picture, but he didn't see anything, but the enlarged man looked more obscene.

He patted the security guard, "Let him go, don't occupy the camera." The man in the picture has already started to grimace and spit on the camera.

The security guard grinned and rubbed his hands, selected the camera that had been occupied by the man, pressed it on the keyboard a few times, and finally glanced back at the supervisor. The director nodded expressionlessly, and the security guard maliciously ordered the car to enter.

The man in the camera was shot in the face by the camera that he was teasing, and he immediately rolled on the ground in pain.

The supervisor patted the security guard on the shoulder and slowly walked out with his coffee cup in both hands. He didn't care at all if the man would sue the hotel, he wouldn't win the case anyway. The encouraged, security guards, pointed their cameras at the young man, who was still rolling on the ground, and watched with interest and malice.

After a few minutes, the struggling man seemed to be relieved, grabbed his hat and put it on, and turned back to the camera to point his middle finger. The security guard manipulated the camera and made a motion to look up, and the young man bounced out like a frightened bird, running away in embarrassment, running deeper into the alley.

"Brain-dead." The security guard pursed his lips and mobilized his camera to look at the entrance of the alley, no longer caring about the young man. The turned-head monitor left a blind spot that even the security guards weren't aware of.

By the time Fisher climbed past the motion and vibration detectors to the window of room 1607, Layla was already waiting for him in the room. Fisher rolled through the window, and Layla glanced up at him, "Slow. ”

Fisher lowered the brim of his hat to cover his eyes with chili pepper water, "It's stuck in traffic." There was a laugh in the headset, and it seemed that the two supporters had already witnessed his capsizing.

Layla rolled her eyes and tapped her chin at the half-eyed door in front of her, and Fisher walked over, only to see a red-skinned man in a suit lying on the bed, a bloody hole in the back of his head, and the sheets under him soaked red. "You're going to execute him?" Fisher raised an eyebrow.

"Of course it's not me, someone rushed before us, turned off the alarm in the room, and killed the target." Layla yells at Nunu, the room monitor on the wall that stops flashing.

Fisher rubbed his unstubble chin, "At least it's good news, we didn't find the wrong person." He didn't go into the room, but peeked in with a second view outside the room, and apart from the corpse on the bed, the wine glass poured on the bedside table was also a detail that he cared about.

"There was no sign of a violent break-in of the door, and I opened the window locked." Layla frowned, and finally touched it, but the clue was broken.

"Maybe an acquaintance committed the crime, and he was killed. It seems that the other party's response is very fast, and once the hamburger truck is not in place in time, the deployed personnel will be cleared immediately. Speaking of such a big city, there is no 'Big'? Fisher frowned and took a cigarette in his mouth, but didn't light it.

"As the central city of a province, it is indeed strange that the hills do not have a 'beagle'. But if it's a small hill province, anything is possible. They had previously marched to evict the Federal Central Savings House, although without success. Layla scanned the room with her near-eye glass. She rubbed her eyes, it seems that the near-pupil eyepiece is indeed not a very comfortable choice for ordinary people, no wonder the combat eyepiece that everyone usually uses.

"Toot." The alarm system in the room suddenly activated, and after a moment of silence, the alarm began to blaze.

"me!" Fisher slipped the cigarette back in his pocket and threw out a degradable button EMP device that interfered with the camera component of the room's alarm system, and the two jumped out of the window. Fisher hugged Layla's waist, and Layla hooked the eaves of the building across the street with a hook lock.

"So the other party not only ended quickly, but also calculated the time to pollute us." Fisher, who returned to the hotel to meet Angela's Shinxuan, finally lit a cigarette, but Angela grabbed it, crumpled it up, and threw it away. "Hey, how many cigarettes did you throw me today, as for it!"

"I don't want to feel like I'm licking an ashtray while kissing."

There are too many slots in this reason, and I can't refute it at all, okay! And why do you say it so erotic!

"Our arrival must be nowhere to be found, right? So how exactly does the information get out? Layla frowned.

Angela launched her skill and shook her fingers, "Actually, it may not necessarily be teased by the other party's trap, maybe it's just an acquaintance entering the door, the owner turns off the safety device, and then commits a crime away, and after leaving 1607, the alarm system will automatically activate." You're just comparing...... Unlucky? "It seems that in the end, I hesitated how to say it more tactfully.

Fisher didn't look at little Angela in the field of vision, shook his finger, and said, "That's not ordinary bad luck. ”

"If a person is dead, there is no need to sip it. Now the question is, how do you proceed? Angela spread her hands and leaned back on the couch.

"Click!" The three of them looked at Xinxuan, who didn't know where to take out a can of potato chips and ate it well.

"The organizer is dead. Speaking of which, judging from the previous crime scene, the hole in the head is very similar to a close shot, and the amount of bleeding in the direction of incidence is not very large. Maybe there was some kind of sleeping substance in the wine glass that landed on the bedside table. Fisher said with a frown.

"It's a pity that the time is too tight to take it away." Layla looked at Fisher, as if to blame Fisher for being too slow.

"Aren't you just there!" Fisher glared at her.

"Click!" Shingen's mouth was stuffed with potato chips.

Fisher's mind turned, he stood up abruptly, and said, "That guy in charge of logistics!" Whether or not he was involved in the biochemical attack, he was the one who contacted the burger van! ”

When Layla heard this, she stood up and secretly scolded herself for being stupid, she didn't even think of this. "We need to find him right away, he could be the murderer and the next target!"

The two looked at each other and hurried out of the room.

In the elevator, Angela has already sent the information of the logistics leaders of the Comic-Con organizers to Fisher and Layla.

"It's a local." While combing through the other party's information, Fisher pressed the button on the first floor. "The information looks innocent, and there is no recent exit record. Angie, check his communication records, including emails, text messages, phone calls. Shin Xuan, locate his coordinates. ”

"Yes." This is Shingen.

"It's already being checked, and it will take a little time to get permission." This is Angela.

The elevator door opened, and the two rushed out.